Hate TV
The trains are all mixed up,
The times are wrong,
There's people everywhere
And I'm feeling this rush
My weakness is not letting me
Breathe the air
She crosses my line
And I forget the time
She crosses my line
And I forget that I'm breathing
My computer makes a fool of me
It spits me out half naked
Sending me out to sea, soaking me,
Daring me to make it.
She hates the machines
But she likes it when the sky is falling
She hates the TV
But she likes it when the sea is calling.
Up! Let's go!
Lead me to the world that you know
Oh! Be done!
There's nothing left, we'll spoil the sun
I'm scared I haven't the patience to see it through
I run around to waste my time.
It's never right the way that it is
But she is all right
I love her the way that she is
She hates the TV
But she likes it when the sky is falling
She hates the machines
But she likes it when the sea is calling
Up! Let's go!
Lead me to the world that you know
Oh! Be done!
There's nothing left, we'll spoil the sun
I'm scared I haven't the patience to see it through
The times are wrong,
There's people everywhere
And I'm feeling this rush
My weakness is not letting me
Breathe the air
She crosses my line
And I forget the time
She crosses my line
And I forget that I'm breathing
My computer makes a fool of me
It spits me out half naked
Sending me out to sea, soaking me,
Daring me to make it.
She hates the machines
But she likes it when the sky is falling
She hates the TV
But she likes it when the sea is calling.
Up! Let's go!
Lead me to the world that you know
Oh! Be done!
There's nothing left, we'll spoil the sun
I'm scared I haven't the patience to see it through
I run around to waste my time.
It's never right the way that it is
But she is all right
I love her the way that she is
She hates the TV
But she likes it when the sky is falling
She hates the machines
But she likes it when the sea is calling
Up! Let's go!
Lead me to the world that you know
Oh! Be done!
There's nothing left, we'll spoil the sun
I'm scared I haven't the patience to see it through
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Trevor Exton, Rupert Henry James Browne, Stephen Peter Bond, Trevor Wensley, Edward Charles East
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